Ty shook her head. Although she was too conflicted to voice her refusal, she just... just couldn't give up like this! She'd done so much... she had a home to return to! Damn it, this isn't who I am! I'm a male -- a human! -- not a Kitsune slut!
But as Ty wrestled with herself, Steph made her decision. Although a small part of her didn't like the idea of being a slave either, the benefits to her mind far outweighed the cost. "If I say 'yes...'" she began slowly, but then spoke more assuredly: "will I finally get fucked?"
"Yes."
Steph took a deep breath. Ty looked at her friend, pressing her chained hands to her breast in fear. "Don't do it," she pleaded.
"Sorry Ty," said Steph, glancing back at the Kitsune with a sad smile. "But this is what I always wanted."
"No it isn't! That troll messed with your mind, you're not -"
"Give me the collar," the tiefling said firmly, cutting off Ty's protests.
"Say the magic word," answered Luma, her predatory eyes gleaming.
"...Please?"
Luma nodded. "Rise, slave," she commanded, and Steph obeyed.
"No," whimpered Ty.
But there was nothing she could do. Luma stepped up to the unresisting tiefling, and bound the collar around her neck. The gems glowed, as the vixen bent down and kissed her new slave on the forehead.
Steph felt a comforting warmth spreading from the leather, and from her Mistress' lips. The last vestiges of her desire for independence, to resist, melted in the glow of passion, lust and love she felt for the perfect vulpine. All of her former goals were replaced with the need to obey, to serve, to please Luma -- and if she was a good girl, Luma might please her back.
"Welcome to my possession, Stephanie," Luma whispered. She touched the shackles, now unneeded, and they fell to the floor. Stephanie threw her arms around the Kitsune and buried her face in Luma's cleavage, breahting deeply of her foxy musk, mingled with hints of spikenard, myrrh and vanilla.
"Thank you, Mistress," she murmured into her chest fluff. Luma petted her hair tenderly for a minute, her tails curling around the tiefling's naked body in an embrace of her own. And Ty watched, her heart on the point of breaking between the pain of seeing her friend submit, and jealousy for that soft, erotic touch.
Then the tiefling pulled back, and looked up at her Mistress with bright, lusty yellow eyes. "Can I fuck now, please Mistress?"
"Of course, my dear." She beckoned to Ancalion, or Paul, who rose to his feet. "Paul, take care of her." Her eyes turned once again to Ty, who backed away.
"Gladly, Mistress!" The wizard undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off, revealing that he wore nothing under it save for a pair of small golden rings pierced through his nipples. His seven-inch cock stood out proudly, a bead of precum appearing. The High Elf embraced Steph, kissed her as he pushed her back, and then down onto one of the low couches arranged along the central aisle.
"Oh yeeesss -- oh gods at -- at last!" Steph's voice rose in pleasured cries as she finally got what she wanted, legs and arms wrapped tightly around her lover as Paul thrust deeply into her starving pussy.
"And now..." Luma advanced on Ty. "It's your turn, pet."
Ty shook her head again, continuing to back away. She looked around the room to see if there was some means of escape. The main doors through which she had entered had closed again, seemingly responding only to Luma's will. There were several other doors, but with no idea of the layout of the Palace there seemed to be little point in running.
"There is no escape," Luma commented, amused. "You either submit to me now... or later, once your heat becomes truly unbearable. Sweet Vala's spell is not misnamed -- you will be in heat forever unless I dispel it. Which I certainly will not do until you're plump with my kits."
Ty licked her lips. She tried to push away the image of her belly rounded out with young; but her hand was stroking over her smooth midriff while her other went to her breast, stretching the chain between them as she plucked at her hard nipple, imagining a cute baby fox sucking at it.
"P-please," she said, tears in her eyes.
"Please what, slut?" Luma continued to advance, slow and deliberate. While her longer legs could have easily closed the distance, she was obviously enjoying stalking her prey.
"Y-you ... I-I can't... I-I'm a guy..."
Luma laughed. "A 'guy?'" She switched the collar to her left hand, than opened her palm. Bright, ghostly flames sprang from it, forming a heart shape within which was a buxom anthropomorphic fox. Ty instantly recognised her own pelt colours and long black hair. "Look at yourself, slut. Do you see a 'guy'?"
The illusory Ty ran her hands down her body, silently moaning, then slid her fingers into her pussy, arching her back in pleasure, showing off her luscious rack.
"A strong, manly chest? A thick cock?"
"N-no..."
"Or is that what you want? To take that thick cock, to taste it..." The image of Ty split in two, one kneeling down to suck off an indistinct male figure, the other laying back on a table, spreading her legs to another male who clambered atop her. "To have a strong body pinning you down..."
Then a third scene emerged between them: Ty with her hands bound above her head while glowing white streams covered her writhing body. "To bathe in virile seed, that masculine musk more potent than wine, sweeter to your slutty palate than honey."
Ty whimpered. "Y-y-ye- no! Ahh! ahhhh!" Enraptured by the illusions, she had began clumsily fingering her real snatch, and her legs finally buckled beneath her emotions and the pleasure. She collapsed back against the locked doors. She sank down, mouth open, whining in need. The dominant vixen closed in on her, her scent enveloping Ty.
"No?" she questioned. "You mean that you want that virile seed -- MY seed -- inside you?" She closed her fist, making the illusions vanish, then lowered her hand to wrap it around her cock. Slowly she squeezed out a thick glob of pre that had been lurking behind her tip.
Ty didn't think it was possible for the heady male scent to get more intense, but it did. Closing her eyes -- so she wouldn't see what she was doing -- she leaned forward, lifting her muzzle towards the dripping cumslit. But she never made it, feeling Luma's fingers on her forehead, stopping her. Desperate, ashamed, she stretched out her tongue. She tasted the maleness -- but she couldn't quite reach it.
"Not until you answer me, slut."
Ty felt the heat of Luma's lust beating on her face, ramping up her own libido. She opened her eyes. and lifted them up from that knotted cock to the heavy breasts, rising and falling with Luma's own deep, predatory breaths; then to her eyes, afire with hunger.
"I... I..." Ty licked her lips. I guess... I can have sex... without taking the collar... "I... I need you to f-fuck... fuck me."
"Do you need it enough to accept your place as my pleasure slave?" Luma held up the collar.
Ty just whined. She couldn't say yes... she couldn't say no. Luma laughed.
"Well, perhaps a little more persuasion is needed..." She pushed Ty's head back, her claws digging lightly through the girl's fur. "So present yourself. Let me show you your destiny in this world."
Groaning, Ty slid back, opening her legs to reveal her swollen flower. By now, the fur of her inner legs was sodden with her juices. Luma inhaled deeply, growling with desire as she drank in the released pheromones. But --
"Not like that, slut. You're a vixen, so lift your tail like a vixen! Do you want my pups or not?"
Whimpers strangling in her throat, Ty rolled over, bracing herself against the door as she raised her ass and flagged her tail. She'd never felt so vulnerable. So humiliated. So...
Right.
Until that is she felt Luma's clawed fingers dig into her hips and the her spear plunged into her waiting vagina. Yipping as Luma tore through her virginal barrier, sighing and moaning as she felt full for the first time in... days? Weeks? Ever? Imbued training and instincts made her pussy ripple around Luma's dick, while her brain tried to reconcile the sensation with the memory of being male.
"Oh yessss," Luma sighed in satisfaction. "It's been far too long since I put an -- adventurer in their place... ohhhh, Tyana... you've been well trained... you'll make such a good whore... I'll make... so much gold from you...!"
"Nnn-nnn-ahh-ahh...!" Each thrust of that masterful cock drove her old memories further and further away. All that existed was the red heat of passion, the emptiness she felt when Luma withdrew -- the satisfaction she felt as her pussy clenched around her entrance. Now this was right.
"Tight... and eager for my seed..." Several of Luma's tails coiled around Ty's middle, letting the herm lean forward and squeeze her swinging breasts.
"Oh! Please!" Ty shuddered at the added rough stimulation, trying without success to buck back and lodge that knot in her petals. Then a fourth tail slid up between her legs, teasing its fur across her clitoris. Ty collapsed, screaming as an orgasm ripped through her. Lightning flashed across her nerves, blinding pulses of pleasure that obliterated all thought, replacing it with the thrill of submission.
And still Luma pounded into her. Since Ty could no longer support herself, more tails curled around her arms and legs, keeping her in position to be bred.
Luma's hot breath hissed in her ear. "Please what, slut?"
"P-please...?" Ty's mind reeled under the onslaught of micro-orgasms, but she managed to focus on what was important. "Please! Cum... in me! Breed --!"
Her words were swallowed by a gasp as she felt something huge shoved through her entrance. Ty's mind couldn't fathom what it was, but her vixen body did, and her vaginal ring clamped tight behind the engorged bulb, locking it and the precious liquid it heralded inside.
"Ohhhh!" At least Ty appreciated the fullness. The throbbing answering the squeezing of her inner wall. The feeling as burst upon burst of hot seed flooded her passage. The triumphant, feral scream above her as Luma conquered another would-be hero.
Tyana relaxed in the soothing grip of the fluffy tails. She couldn't recall ever being so happy, so content. She was a whore, a professional, proud to have pleased such a strong, beautiful patron. She was a breeding slut, her purpose fulfilled with the thick male essence pouring in towards her waiting eggs. She nodded happily as Luma panted into her ear.
"See, my dear? This is what you were always meant to be. This is where you belong... beneath your mistress and her clients. This -- this feeling, helpless in my embrace, my cock filling you with my seed -- this is why you were brought into this world. Why you were born."
"Y- ...yes, mistress. Thank you... for teaching me. I'm... I'm sorry I resisted."
Luma licked at her ears. "It's all right, pet. And now that I have claimed your body, shall I claim your soul?"
A thrill went through Ty. Fear turned to anticipation in her stomach. She lifted her head a little to give her owner access, her tail curling back around Luma's in an attempt to return her embrace.
"Yes, Mistress! Please... put the collar on me."
"Good girl." Luma picked up the collar from the floor, where she had dropped it in the heat of their mating. Deftly she wrapped it around Ty's neck, and closed it, the leather magically sealing shut with no trace of seam. Barring a powerful countercharm, only she or the wearer could remove it.
And that would never happen. As the warmth of belonging to her Mistress spread and mingled with her afterglow, Ty snuggled down into her tails, dozing and dreaming of all the others who would mount and use her, a smile stretching across her muzzle.
At the same time as she did on the collar, Luma cast an unlock spell through her tails, letting the handcuffs slip off Tyana's wrists. They were no longer needed.